17. Riot
seventeen
Riot
O h, this asshole has a serious death wish.
The guy, Shane, eyes me and my brothers with disdain as he and Ali talk. I tried to keep myself glued to her back, but she shifted to keep us all in view. Probably a smart idea since I don’t like the way this douche is looking at our girl. I mean, I get it. Ali is a woman you can’t help but watch when she enters a room, but doesn’t he see she’s now taken? Shane eyes us again before taking a step closer to my wife. I tense, ready to tackle the asshole if he tries to hurt her, but he does something much worse. Leaning towards her, he asks, “Are you sure you’re okay, doll?” And then he places his hand on her shoulder.
Yes, I know it’s not a sexual touch. The man actually looks concerned for our girl as he gazes down at her, but he broke the number one rule.
Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.
A snarl rips through my chest, the sound echoing off the walls as I dart forward, grabbing Ali and shoving her behind me as I go toe to toe with this dead man. Regardless of whether he is helping us right now or not. I should take his hand on principle to teach him a lesson. A small, almost nonexistent part of me knows I’m not being rational, but I don’t give a fuck. Ali is mine. Can’t he see that?
“Seriously?” Ali calls from behind me. Taking the chance, I glance back and see Ali struggling in Cash’s grip, Arsen standing slightly in front of them, ready to have my back if need be. Even injured, Arsen will fight at my side till the end. Ali glares in my direction as if I’m the one being unreasonable here, but that’s silly. I’m keeping her safe.
Turning back to Shane, I give him my best grin as I lean in to whisper in his ear. “Ali is ours. I should just cut off your hand right here or scoop out your eyes for even looking at her, but since we are here because you agreed to help us, I’ll let this slide.” His eyes go wide for a second, flashing to Ali still cursing at Cash before snapping back to mine. “Let this be your only warning.” I tap his cheek for good measure, making him jump before I step back, shoving my hands in my pants.
“Riot, I swear to god, you can’t threaten every person I talk to, you psychopath,” she tells me. Cash finally releases her with a grin of his own as she stomps towards me, a fierce glare in place. “If you ruin this for us, I will personally cut off your balls and shove them so far down your throat,” she threatens, causing my grin to widen to a full-on smile. I do love when she threatens me. Just as I’m about to scoop her into my arms, she sidesteps me and focuses on Shane, who is oddly still quiet. I turn to glare at the man again, threatening him with all the possible things I could do to him with a single look. “Shane, I’m sorry. I probably should have warned you I’ve collected a harem of psychopaths in the last two weeks.” He cocks a brow at her in question, but she simply waves him off. “Story for another time. I promise I’ll keep them in better check.” She narrows her eyes at me over her shoulder, so I shrug, not agreeing to anything.
“Okay. As long as you’re okay. I know you can take care of yourself.” he tells her, ignoring my growl of annoyance that he is speaking to her again. “Here’s the key. Go settle in. The fight starts at 8 o’clock.” Then he looks up and takes the three of us in. “Look, I don’t know how Ali got dragged into whatever this is,” he circles the lot of us. “But I’ve known Ali for a few years now. She’s like a little sister to me.” I know he is lying now, but I don’t say anything. As long as he doesn’t make a move on my wife, he can live. “But consider this my home. You are guests in my house, and I expect a little respect under my roof. You’re staying here out of a favor for Ali.” He turns back to her, and I will say he learned a tad bit of my respect from me at his words. “There is food and a few other supplies upstairs. If you need anything else, let me know. I left a burner on the counter.” Ali gives him a nod before taking the outstretched keys in hand. I eye Shane for a long minute before he finally turns to walk away. “I’ll see you for fight night, Ali. Better put on a good one,” he calls back, making Ali shake her head with a chuckle before finally turning her focus on us.
“Was all that necessary?” she asks, and I shrug. Maybe, maybe not? “Ugh, men. Why am I dating the three of you again?”
This time I snort out a laugh. “You're not, babe; you’re married to me, dating those two.” Rolling her eyes, she turns on her heel and heads for a door in the far corner. Cash steps past me to follow, slapping me on the back of the head as he does. “What? It’s true.” I say as Arsen shakes his head at me to follow. I follow the lot, wondering what their issue is because I was stating facts. The assholes are just jealous I married Ali first. Suckers.
We head up a set of stairs that is supposed to lead us to the apartment above. I stay a few steps behind Arsen, noticing him wincing a few times as we ascend. Once we made it up to the second floor, Ali uses the keys Shane gave her to open the single door on this floor. Entering the apartment, I’m surprised at what I see. It’s a fully furnished small apartment. A small kitchenette set to one side, with a fridge, stove, and sink area. It’s all open plan, which leads straight into the living room, which has a couch, chairs, a coffee table, and even a TV. There are’ two doors across the way, both open, so I can see one leads to a decent bathroom and the other a single bedroom with what looks like a huge bed in the center. All the walls are painted in dark gray colors, and I notice the front door is the only way in and out unless you want to jump two stories from the windows.
“This is Shane’s fuck pad for after the fights.” I tense at that. How does she know that? Has she- Before my thoughts can spiral, she adds, “He told me, and I’ve had to crash here a few times due to injuries. Me and Shane have never been a thing.” I relax at that and the pointed look she throws my way.
Honestly, I can see why he uses this place. It’s kind of nice looking and nothing like downstairs. The open area floor plan below us looks run down and ragged. It makes sense why they use it as an underground fight area. No one would suspect this place as functional. I spotted a few doors that probably lead to old locker rooms or bathrooms, but other than that, there was a decent-sized boxer’s ring against the back wall. My guess is this place was an actual gym at one point in time.
“Alright, well, let’s all settle in. I need a quick nap before my fight.” She holds up a hand to the room, almost like she expects my retort. “Look, I’m fighting tonight. One, it’s part of our payment for being able to stay here, and two, I need this. So please,” she turns her pleading eyes to me, begging me to understand why she needs this. And I do. “Just let me do this.” I give her a single nod, and instantly her shoulders sag before mouthing ‘thank you.’
“Okay, little flame, how about we take a nap together?” Arsen steps up, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and turning her towards the room. Cash and I stay put, knowing there is no way in hell we could sleep before making our own rounds and checking the area ourselves. Plus, Cash said he might have a plan on how to bring our piece-of-shit sperm donors down.
T wo hours later, Ali comes waltzing out of the room, bouncing on her toes and a little sparkle in her eyes. Just watching her as she heads to the small kitchen area to grab water has a thrill going through me. While she and Arsen took their nap, Cash and I checked the place and area out more thoroughly. The building is set on a block with little to no traffic, which plays in our favor for laying low. Especially when we don’t have to worry about someone accidentally spotting us. Bonus that we didn’t find anything else, like bugs or cameras, which set Cash a bit more at ease. Though the man is still immersed in his search for our fathers.
I watch Ali chug a few glasses of water before finally turning to look at me. God, the woman is perfect. When Ali told me she had to fight tonight in order for us to have a place to stay, I wanted to laugh. We have tons of places we could go to, but Cash and Arsen were worried our fathers might be able to find them with the help of Ali’s half-brother, Ethan. I understood their concern. We don’t need to be ambushed in the middle of the night or stay up all night making sure it doesn’t happen. So I’ve spent the last two hours preparing myself to accept that my wife will have to kick some chick’s ass tonight. Which I won’t complain about. Our woman is sexy as fuck when she fights and only gets more attractive when she is covered in blood afterwards. But I suppose they don’t allow killing in the ring; what a shame.
“Earth to Ri.” Ali snaps her fingers in front of my face, startling me. I was so lost in picturing my girl in the ring, I didn’t see her move to stand in front of me. Grinning down at her, I wrap my arms under her ass and lift. Her core slides up against my constantly hard cock, making me groan. But I ignore that fucker.
“Hello, wife,” I purr when her face meets mine, but before she can reply, my lips slam down onto hers. I move on autopilot as I back her against the wall, trapping her between it and me. Ali, my feral beastie, gives me what I want as she opens for me, kissing me back with just as much passion. Squeezing the handful of plump, juicy ass, I grind Ali against my cock . I bet we have time for a quickie.
“Riot, put Ali down. She needs to get dressed.” Cash calls from behind us, but we both ignore him as I continue my assault on our girl’s lips. It’s obvious she wants me too. “Riot.” He snaps again, this time making me pull back to glare over my shoulder at him. “She needs to get dressed, and we need to scope the place again. People have already started showing up.” He lifts a brow, pointing telling me to keep my dick in my pants for now. Rolling my eyes, because yeah, the asshole is right. Ali needs to get ready, and we need to make sure this Shane guy isn’t double-crossing us or anything.
Releasing my hold under Ali’s ass, I allow her to slide down my body. A small pout tilts her lips down, making me smirk. She wanted me to. “Later, wifey. Cash is right. Go get dressed, and we can head down and check out the competition.” She throws me one last pouty lip, giving my body a once-over and pausing on my cock for an extra second before finally turning and heading for the bathroom with a murmured, “Fine.”
Letting out a chuckle, I turn to Cash. “Cockblock.” That is when a sleepy Arsen comes stumbling out of the bedroom, rubbing at his eyes and looking around confused for a moment until he spots us.
“You’ll live. We know she’s a fighter, but she needs to focus right now.” He smirks then. “Plus, there will be plenty of time to fuck our woman into a coma when we deal with the larger problem at hand.” Giving me another pointed stare, I roll my eyes and wave him off.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can only hold off my big guy for so long. He kind of wishes he could live inside her tight little pussy all the time.” A gagging sound has me turning towards Arsen.
“Can we not talk about your dick like it’s a living person, please? I just woke up, and I’m not ready for that kind of conversation without coffee,” Arsen whines, heading for the kitchen in search of said coffee. I shrug, not seeing the problem, as Ali comes out of the bathroom now dressed in a more form-fitting workout outfit. It’s a black and red number that is really just spandex shorts and a sports bra that her tits fill perfectly.
“Nope,” I say jumping off the couch to go find her a T-shirt or something. I’m not liking that she is showing so much skin. Even if it’s perfect skin and she was wearing less in the trials. I guarantee there is a room full of men downstairs, and I don’t need to go on another murder spree because they saw her looking this good.
“Ummmm. My body, my choice for one. And two, I have to wear tight-fitting clothes, anything loose gives them a chance to get a hold of me,” she says all matter-of-factly, and I narrow my eyes at her before looking for backup from the guys. But of course, I don’t get any.
“She has a point.” Arsen calls out as he finally pours himself a cup of coffee, adding some sugar to sweeten it.
Looking back at Ali, I glare. “Fine, but if you slip a nip, I will cut out every single person’s eyes downstairs.” My little beasty grins wide, as if the idea excites her. Which then causes my dick to perk up at the feral excitement we can see in her green eyes.
“Deal. Can you help me tape up? Then we need to head down.” Nodding, I grab the tape she tosses me and get to work.
Ten minutes later we enter the previously deserted gym that is now full of people. Some dressed for just the show, while others are dressed for actual fighting. We move through the crowd and head for the ring as I spot Shane. Ali’s small hand holding mine so we stay together. A few people whisper, the name Black Widow being said a couple times. When I glance behind at Ali in question, she grins ear to ear before shrugging as if she has no idea.
Shane spots us and nods her head in his direction. Eyes snag on the fight between two women already in the ring. A single light illuminates the center of the ring, and both women seem pretty beat up, so I’m sure this fight will be ending soon. “Alright Ali, you’re up next. You ready?” She nods, jumping in place a couple times while doing a couple stretches. I couldn’t stop my eyes even if I wanted to as she bends to reach her toes and her ass sticks up into the air. Fuckkkkkkkk…..
Within minutes the fight in the ring ends, some blonde chick winning with a tap out by the other. She waves her hands in the air, the crowd cheering before two men climb in and grab the second girl and help her out. The winner finally exits, everyone crowding her as another person quickly wipes up the ring. After a few more minutes, the announcer walks to the middle of the ring and raises his hands, the previously rowdy crowd quieting in anticipation of the next fight.
I’m not going to lie; these are my kind of people. Bloodthirsty fuckers.
I can feel Arsen and Cash shift closer to Ali as the announcer finally speaks. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a treat for you tonight. Our reigning queen, Black Widow, who has been M.I.A., has returned.” The crowd ramps up, cheering and screaming as others glance around to find said queen. I glance around as well, looking for the bitch about to be destroyed by my wife, but that’s when I notice everyone staring in our direction. Ali begins to grin ear to ear, cracking her neck before slipping through the bodies blocking the ring and climbing in. My jaw drops to the floor. I’m not even sure why I was so surprised. Of course, my wife would be a queen; I’m the idiot who didn’t connect the dots sooner. I watch as light practically glows up there. The announcer leans in close, whispering something in her ear. This has me and the guys moving to the ringside, as I glare at the man grinning as Ali nods to whatever he just said.
The asshole turns and calls something behind them before facing back to the room at large. “Oh boy. Our queen has agreed to make this interesting tonight. Let’s welcome someone who is familiar with our Black Widow’s bite, Doom.” A huge man climbs on stage next, and I frown. Wouldn’t she be fighting a chick? Isn’t it usually chick versus chick, dick versus dick? The man sneers at Ali as she gives me a waggle of fingers, smirking. “Butttt, that’s not all, folks. No. Doom brought back up, and our reigning champ has agreed to take on both. Here’s Hunter.” The crowd goes crazy at this news as another large man climbs in the ring, giving Ali a once over and licking his lips.
I hoist myself up on the edge, ready to throw myself over the ropes and charge in, but I’m suddenly yanked back. I snarl at Cash, who isn’t showing any emotion. Doesn’t he see they are setting her up?!
“Give her a chance.” I stare at him like an idiot. A chance to what? Be seriously hurt! “Look Ri,” Arsen says, and I glare at him. Why isn’t he wanting to protect her too? “Look at her.” I snap my head to the ring and spot Ali, bouncing on her toes and grinning ear to ear as she accesses the man across from her.
The room quiets just in time for me to hear Ali speak. “Same rules as last time. You stay away from my face, and I won’t use your tiny manhood against you.” The first man steps forward, a snarl in his voice.
“You got lucky last time, bitch.” I grind my teeth at his words. Oh, he is a dead man if Ali doesn’t kill him first.
The feral smile she gives him is something of beauty. “How’s your dick since last time?” she taunts. I don’t know the story behind why she’s asking, but I have a feeling it wasn’t pretty. For him at least.
“Fighters at the ready,” the announcer says, moving to the outside of the ring.
“Let her fight, Ri. If it gets bad, we can step in. but it seems she’s already a badass here. She wouldn’t agree to something she couldn’t handle.” Hesitantly I nod, his words making sense once again, but I keep my eyes trained on my wife and the men. If they hurt her, I will hunt them down and carve them up before cutting off their dicks and gifting them to Ali as a present.
With that thought fully planted in my mind, I watch as the announcer finally calls fight.
Oh Ali, when you get out of this ring, I am going to turn your pretty little ass red for being a brat and making me watch this.
And then the fight begins.